Author: Snuff

  • Wheel of Misfortune

    The clock struck gloom as 9 time travelers gathered to enter the 3-dimensional F-wormhole.

    Slaughter start with a bear crawl up and 3 burpees at the top of each rollercoaster.

    Warmup with side straddle hops, Don Quixotes, Imperial Walkers, cherry pickers, plank stretches, mirkins, LBCs and some other space junk.

    The longest mosey ever down to the outer limits of the Huguenot High galaxy, planet cul-de-sac, where YHC’s machinations were finally revealed, a large clock known in medieval times as a breaking wheel.

    At midnight, an elbow plank hold until failure with a single purpose, keep time for everyone else. 2 o’clock Hello Dolly, 3 o’clock heels to Heaven, 4 o’clock mountain climbers, 6 o’clock sprint to the 5th light, 8 o’clock WW2s, 9 o’clock mirkins, 10 o’clock mankillers, 11 o’clock jump squats. Around the wheel of misfortune we went, 2 full rotations until the universe dimmed, time and space seemed to stand still and the only reality was a black hole of you vs you.

    Slow mosey back to the flag, a slingshot around the moon to launch the psychonauts into their day.

  • Slow Bern

    Red sky at morning, sailor take warning. 9 men brought their smoldering intensity to gloom of The Forge, starting with some quiet warmups – side straddle hops, don quixotes, imperial walkers, cherry pickers, reverse scorpion kicks and elbow planks.

    A long bear crawl from the flag to the stairs, down the stairs, and to the rail. Swinging and weaving under the entire length of the rail all the way down to the road. 11s at each light (mirkins and flutter kicks) to the cul de sac.

    BoneThug’s Dirty 30 (30 v-ups, 30 lbcs, 30 core planks, 30 Alabama prom dates). Easy breezy mosey to the bottom of the main hill and a Bernie Sanders up and back to the flag.

    Mirkin ring of fire with an elbow plank hold, mosey down to the stop sign and sprint back to the flag.

    A moment of gratitude to come out and work together, get stronger together and pray. Prayers for Doozy and Greenbow on their journey, prayers And blessings for Roger Roger and his wife as she starts a new job, prayers for all those affected by Hurricane Laura.

    Go in peace.

  • Berenstein or Berenstain?

    4 scraggly bear cubs timidly gathered in the gray drizzle, shaking off hibernation and their grizzly-sized bellyaches after spending the night gorging on the spoils of Bon Air’s high falutin’ food waste. Only the finest trash to table for these hairy beasts.

    Moseyed on down to the circle and warmed up with some Don Quixotes, helicopters, cherry pickers, imperial walkers, mountain climbers, and a few dozen side straddle hops.

    11s at every light post up to the first lot, mirkins and v-ups.

    In the lot, 4 corners escalating jump squats, curb dips, flutter kicks and lbcs.

    Double check 100 jerkins on the bar with running up the stairs and a burpee.

    Mosey across the lot, bear crawl the grass sections all the way to Forest Hill.

    Another double check loop around the circle, 100 traffic cone-raises above the head, 200 traffic cone American hammers, and 50 WW2 with traffic cones above the head.

    Indigenous run with 3 mirkins back to the flag, finishing with 1 minute elbow plank hold.

    From bear cubs to grizzly men in 45 minutes flat. Werner Herzog is proud of you all.

  • Gone Bunny Gone

    5 bleary-eyed detectives picked up the Easter Bunny’s trail somewhere south of Robious. Trying to summon the little hopper with some kind of ridiculous rain dance including Don Quixotes, helicopters, imperial walkers, Russian soldiers and some other flailing nonsense disguised as a warmup. After a short plank we recovered to find that our exertions had in fact summoned a force even greater than the white rabbit: Bone Thug, dropped out of the sky like a teleporting legend quietly stealing the candy from baskets all over the south side.

    The hophazard search for the golden egg continued across all 4 corners of the field, escalating from 20-30-40-50 mirkins, WW2s, flutterkicks and LBCs. With no Benjamin Bunny in sight, they went another round and quite by accident completed a mile.

    Back in Mr. McGregor’s garden, a double check curb crawl / dips were paired with bear crawls / lunges. There were still some weeds in the radish patch so the group went one more round.

    Driven to madness by the still-missing mythical creature, the detectives chose a darker rabbit hole: suicide-straddle hops across the entire parking lot, which continued until 6:15, at which point the collective hallucination ended and the men were able to get back to their daily quarantine, still half-believing that they had been visited by the hollowed-out shell of last year’s chocolate mold. Until next year…